The Airplane.
This is a future legend.
It is a story about me, but it happened to you. Except, it wasn’t in the past, but will happen in the future. Let me explain.
I tell this story today so that you, and many others, do not give up hope.
You see, I’ve learnt to fly timelessly. You wanted me to return to your time so that this story is told. People will say it is impossible, but if you believe in your heart, then you will see true.
See this little Airplane?
Hopping across the sunny sky fast and free — that’s you!
The wind loves your wings.
The more you fly, the better it is. You discover new places, outrun fear, and everything is just right. Nothing can stop you.
There is a beautiful lake with water smooth as glass at sunset. You can skim the rudder along the water surface whilst upside down!
Then you work out how to reach even higher. The jet-stream will take you over the sea. With the crossing over, no mountain is found too high or too cold. Your engine fires with the spark of the sun itself!
But the world has many shadows, and you zoom into a war.
Where the wisdom of the Elders is forgotten, envy hunts you down. And for the first time, hatred forces you into a mistake. A black arrow breaks your flight into a fall.
It all ends over the Great Ocean.
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At the bottom of the deepest, heaviest, and darkest place on Earth your remains rest alone for many years, until one day…
A new energy lifts you up slowly. As you float out of the depths, the rusty shell falls away. The sun of a new day begins to regrow your skin.
You rise out of the water surface a beautiful form; weightless.
Inside the cockpit your presence is at rest, observing, aware, breathing…yet not flying entirely alone any more. The body is no longer just a machine. Like one, but different.
The Light moves you through the dirty skies of the wars like a ghost, confusing the angry planes and turning all weapons against their own. Those machines fall deep into the abyss, never to fly again.
You navigate over the highest mountains at speeds no technology can track.
You are invisible until the day when…
We fly together in real victory, peace, and true freedom.
The weapons of war remain in the ground.
The divisions between us are history.
Those desert lands became beautiful gardens for the birds that have returned instead.
Nothing can change the past. What can change however, is how you transform today.
